Wanderings.
By FaeSinner
This sacred consuming Bondage of the mind Plays teasingly madly With trendrils from past's Unheaded thoughts Actions Fears Generate Emotive synergy That Gather to hold back The echoing songs Voiced so clearly In my mind Fingers clench Willing themselves To play upon Those feelings I move not My soul Triggered by sound Taste Touch And Sight Explosive plunging velocity Purging soul Captured by momentum No returning to the Cave like Sanctuary Offers false Security Forever forward No tomorrow Definatley No future Just now And what a wild expansive thing this is Expanding Contracting Fearful Fearless Ahhhh To be Or to be What to choose These wanderings take me nowhere Yet I am everywhere Too And love learns Grows Is. Written January 6th, 2002 © on Jan 05 2002 07:23 PM PST 0 • 10
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